A/N: Sorry it took so long!
I've been working on this chapter for two weeks now and I finally finished it. Blame it on my muse, Rydia. She's taken a vacation and left my empty head behind. Or it could just be a bad case of post-OOtP mental disorder ... you know what I'm talking about: after reading OOtP, your brain starts spinning in a new direction.
Whatever it is, it put a block on my ideas. But the chapter is done now. Enjoy!
Oh, and thanks to Mella deRanged: I know that now, but I didn't then; Lita of Jupiter: I forgot him! I honestly forgot about him. I'll have to fit him in somehow...; Facade1: are you still alive now?; Elenea; Dadaiiro; Drupadi; WolfMoon; athenakitty; JerseyGirl03; chaser1; Lady Knight of Kennan; Jordan; ER; Xirleb70: Nyx has been a bad influence on Ry, Art. We have to do something about her...; Lunawolf; lollipozz; Calani; LilAznpeach705; KamiSusan: Maybe it's just weird for him to give his Headmaster clothing....Hmmmm, I'll have to think on this one for awhile; Fate; aziandorkess; silver lining3; kimpotter; me3gogi; and Calimora!!!
And remember, "....." = speaking and '......' = thinking.
CH20: The Sock Brigade
~"One can never have to many socks," said Dumbledore. "Another Christmas has come and gone and I didn't get a single pair. People will insist on giving me books."
"Well, we'll have to fix that sometime, Albus." Harry winked at the baffled Headmaster. "'Night."~
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And Harry Potter always acts on his word.
"How are we going to get into his office anyway?" Fred whispered, eyes darting around the hallway wildly. "It was hard enough getting out here."
Harry, Draco, and the Twins were all gathered in a corridor between the Ravenclaw and Gryffindor common rooms. Harry had a promise to the Headmaster he had to fulfill. He needed recruits. Of course, Fred, George, and Draco all jumped on board right away. I mean, who wouldn't want to be involved in a prank of this magnitude?
....... Though, Cho and Hermione wanted nothing to do with it .... well, they don't count. And it's their loss. But nobody else would turn it down.
"What I am about to reveal to you are deep secrets - " Harry began.
"Deeper than you being Harry Potter?" Draco asked.
"Yes, deeper." Harry sighed in irritation. "You just ruined my dramatic moment you know?"
"Sorry."
"As I was saying ... oh, screw it. Just don't tell anyone what I show you."
"We won't," said George.
"Definitely not," Fred affirmed.
"So what is it?" asked Draco.
"This was passed down to me from my father ... It's the greatest pranking tool Hogwarts has ever seen ... Let me present to you - " He reached into his pocket for the Map and .......
"A blank piece of parchment?"
"Draco!"
"Let me guess, I ruined your moment again?"
"It's not a blank piece of parchment. It's the Marauders Map!" This didn't have the effect Harry had hoped for.
"Don't maps have lines on them?" asked Fred.
"Maybe he's going to draw the lines on," George said.
Harry banged his head against the wall. "What did I do to deserve this?"
"Well, go on," said Draco. "Show us this great magical map."
"I solemnly swear that I am up to no good!"
"Now it has lines on it, Fred!" exclaimed George.
"Bloody hell," Fred whispered.
"Is this - ?"
"A map of Hogwarts," Harry finished with a flourish.
"You've been holding out on us!"
"Look! At the dots! You can tell where everyone in the school is!" Draco said. Then he groaned. "Oh no, Filch is right outside the office! How'll we get past him?"
"That, my friends, is where the next toy comes in." He pulled out the Cloak.
"You've got an Invisibility Cloak!"
"Someone sent it to me for Christmas." He disappeared into the folds of silver. "Now, I believe we have work to do."
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Albus Dumbledore hummed to himself as he headed towards his office Monday morning. It was a beautiful day, the first of classes for the term, and the sun was shining brightly. What could possibly go wrong?
He forgot to 'knock on wood'.
The Headmaster gave the password to his office guardian. The gargoyle moved aside and Albus was hit with a cascade of ...... socks?!?
Students and teachers poured into the hallway to see what the commotion was about. And then stifling chuckles at the predicament the professor was in.
Albus pulled a red and blue stripped sock off his head and looked at it thoughtfully.
"Harry," he said to himself. "You really out-did yourself this time."
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"You two can't even be to your detention on time?" Snape barked. "That'll be 10 points from Ravenclaw."
Draco and Harry had just arrived at their punishment with Snape and it didn't seem to be going so well. The fact that he took 10 points when they weren't suppose to be there for another 4 minutes was a good indicator of that.
The Potions classroom was already filled with Gryffindor and Slytherin seventh years. They were all looking at the pair curiously.
"Um, what are we going to be doing, Professor?" Draco asked. Snape glared at him.
"5 more points from Ravenclaw. You will not speak unless you are spoken to."
Harry growled at him, but Snape took no notice and continued on. "You two will be our ... guinea pigs, if you will."
'Guinea pigs?' Harry thought. He didn't like the sound of that.
"My seventh year class here has brewed Veritaserum. They will be testing them on you."
"Veritaserum?!?" Snape smirked at the boys horrified faces.
Meanwhile, Harry's mind was racing. 'He can't be serious! Even Snape isn't that cruel! And what happens if they ask me what - "
"Andrews!" Snape's voice cut into his thoughts. "You first."
Harry took a deep breath and stepped forward. Snape handed him a bottle of clear liquid as he sat down in a desk chair.
"This is Morgan's potion. You better hope he brewed it right."
Harry tried to hide his relief. Everyone knew Tom Morgan was Gryffindor's worst Potions brewer and, chances were, this wasn't anything close to Veritaserum. And, in this case, getting poisoned was probably better than the alternative.
He raised the bottle to his lips .... and drank.
Immediately he felt the commanding sensation associated with Veritaserum.
'Shit.' Harry closed his eyes and prayed.
Distantly, he heard the first question asked,
"What's your full name?"
He stammered out an answer, "I - It's - Ha - And - I - Po - Eva -"
His visions glowed silver before he blacked out.
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Meanwhile, back in the Potions classroom (Draco's Point of View) ......
The students watched as Harry stammered on.
'What's happening, Harry?' Draco thought, worriedly.
"It's not rocket science, kid," one of the Slytherins called out.
"Stop it, Morag," responded Hattie Kane, the Gryffindor team Seeker. "He's trying to fight it."
Within seconds, Harry's eyes rolled into his head and he slipped off the chair.
"Andy!" Draco shouted.
"Get Madame Pomphrey, Kane!" ordered Snape as he bent down to inspect Harry's prone form. "Andrews?"
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(Snape's Point of View)
'Andrews is always the one to make trouble in my class. I should have known something would happen to him now,' Snape thought bitterly. "Andrews?"
No answer. Snape pulled open Evan Andrews' eyelids.
His irises were silver.
Snape jumped back forcefully, shocking several of the students. 'What?!? He's the - But that means - "
Snape summed up the situation in two words.
'Bloody Hell.'
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(Back to Harry)
Harry groaned and rolled over in his bed. Right away, he saw white.
'Hospital wing,' he recognized vaguely. He started to climb out of bed, but a conversation at the end of the ward caught his ears.
"I just got the test results back, but .... they're impossible, Albus. It says that he's allergic to Veritaserum." Harry recognized Madame Pomphrey's voice.
"He is allergic to it, Poppy."
"He can't be. No one is. Only the .... Wait a minute, are you telling me that .... Oh my God! Andrews is the - "
"No, 'Andrews' is not," Snape's voice cut in. "I know who the child is, I was at that meeting, if you remember, Albus."
"My memory is as good as it always has been," Albus answered.
"Then I want to know why none of us were told that Harry Potter was attending Hogwarts?"
Madame Pomphrey gasped.
"Security," said Albus quietly. "You know what will happen if any Death Eaters get a hold of him, Severus."
"I know, but, dammit, Albus!"
"Let me get this straight," Pomphrey began slowly. "Evan Harry Andrews is really Harry Andrew Potter, the Boy Who Lived. And Harry Potter is the - the 'Silver One'," she finished in a whisper.
'Silver One?' Harry thought in alarm. 'I'm the what?' He racked his brain for anything he had heard about such a person, but .... it was like there some kind of mental block on him.
"Why didn't you tell us?!?" Pomphrey yelled. "He could have been killed today!"
Harry was taken aback. He couldn't imagine the kind-hearted Matron shouting at anyone. Then is brain caught up with his ears. 'Killed!?!'
"I know." Albus sighed. "I should have told all the teachers at the beginning of the term. But I didn't think we'd be in this situation so soon. I plan to rectify that tonight. It's time that Harry knew everything."
'He had better tell me what this is about.' His next thought made him grin.
'Albus, you've got some splanin' to do.'
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I hope this is to everyone satisfaction and that you don't kill me for the lateness of it. *Puppy-dog eyes* You wouldn't hurt me would you? *eyes crowd full of people with evil tomatoes warily* Plus, if you kill and/or maim me, there will be no more story!
The last quote is, of course, from 'I Love Lucy'. Sort of.
I've been working on this chapter for two weeks now and I finally finished it. Blame it on my muse, Rydia. She's taken a vacation and left my empty head behind. Or it could just be a bad case of post-OOtP mental disorder ... you know what I'm talking about: after reading OOtP, your brain starts spinning in a new direction.
Whatever it is, it put a block on my ideas. But the chapter is done now. Enjoy!
Oh, and thanks to Mella deRanged: I know that now, but I didn't then; Lita of Jupiter: I forgot him! I honestly forgot about him. I'll have to fit him in somehow...; Facade1: are you still alive now?; Elenea; Dadaiiro; Drupadi; WolfMoon; athenakitty; JerseyGirl03; chaser1; Lady Knight of Kennan; Jordan; ER; Xirleb70: Nyx has been a bad influence on Ry, Art. We have to do something about her...; Lunawolf; lollipozz; Calani; LilAznpeach705; KamiSusan: Maybe it's just weird for him to give his Headmaster clothing....Hmmmm, I'll have to think on this one for awhile; Fate; aziandorkess; silver lining3; kimpotter; me3gogi; and Calimora!!!
And remember, "....." = speaking and '......' = thinking.
CH20: The Sock Brigade
~"One can never have to many socks," said Dumbledore. "Another Christmas has come and gone and I didn't get a single pair. People will insist on giving me books."
"Well, we'll have to fix that sometime, Albus." Harry winked at the baffled Headmaster. "'Night."~
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And Harry Potter always acts on his word.
"How are we going to get into his office anyway?" Fred whispered, eyes darting around the hallway wildly. "It was hard enough getting out here."
Harry, Draco, and the Twins were all gathered in a corridor between the Ravenclaw and Gryffindor common rooms. Harry had a promise to the Headmaster he had to fulfill. He needed recruits. Of course, Fred, George, and Draco all jumped on board right away. I mean, who wouldn't want to be involved in a prank of this magnitude?
....... Though, Cho and Hermione wanted nothing to do with it .... well, they don't count. And it's their loss. But nobody else would turn it down.
"What I am about to reveal to you are deep secrets - " Harry began.
"Deeper than you being Harry Potter?" Draco asked.
"Yes, deeper." Harry sighed in irritation. "You just ruined my dramatic moment you know?"
"Sorry."
"As I was saying ... oh, screw it. Just don't tell anyone what I show you."
"We won't," said George.
"Definitely not," Fred affirmed.
"So what is it?" asked Draco.
"This was passed down to me from my father ... It's the greatest pranking tool Hogwarts has ever seen ... Let me present to you - " He reached into his pocket for the Map and .......
"A blank piece of parchment?"
"Draco!"
"Let me guess, I ruined your moment again?"
"It's not a blank piece of parchment. It's the Marauders Map!" This didn't have the effect Harry had hoped for.
"Don't maps have lines on them?" asked Fred.
"Maybe he's going to draw the lines on," George said.
Harry banged his head against the wall. "What did I do to deserve this?"
"Well, go on," said Draco. "Show us this great magical map."
"I solemnly swear that I am up to no good!"
"Now it has lines on it, Fred!" exclaimed George.
"Bloody hell," Fred whispered.
"Is this - ?"
"A map of Hogwarts," Harry finished with a flourish.
"You've been holding out on us!"
"Look! At the dots! You can tell where everyone in the school is!" Draco said. Then he groaned. "Oh no, Filch is right outside the office! How'll we get past him?"
"That, my friends, is where the next toy comes in." He pulled out the Cloak.
"You've got an Invisibility Cloak!"
"Someone sent it to me for Christmas." He disappeared into the folds of silver. "Now, I believe we have work to do."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Albus Dumbledore hummed to himself as he headed towards his office Monday morning. It was a beautiful day, the first of classes for the term, and the sun was shining brightly. What could possibly go wrong?
He forgot to 'knock on wood'.
The Headmaster gave the password to his office guardian. The gargoyle moved aside and Albus was hit with a cascade of ...... socks?!?
Students and teachers poured into the hallway to see what the commotion was about. And then stifling chuckles at the predicament the professor was in.
Albus pulled a red and blue stripped sock off his head and looked at it thoughtfully.
"Harry," he said to himself. "You really out-did yourself this time."
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"You two can't even be to your detention on time?" Snape barked. "That'll be 10 points from Ravenclaw."
Draco and Harry had just arrived at their punishment with Snape and it didn't seem to be going so well. The fact that he took 10 points when they weren't suppose to be there for another 4 minutes was a good indicator of that.
The Potions classroom was already filled with Gryffindor and Slytherin seventh years. They were all looking at the pair curiously.
"Um, what are we going to be doing, Professor?" Draco asked. Snape glared at him.
"5 more points from Ravenclaw. You will not speak unless you are spoken to."
Harry growled at him, but Snape took no notice and continued on. "You two will be our ... guinea pigs, if you will."
'Guinea pigs?' Harry thought. He didn't like the sound of that.
"My seventh year class here has brewed Veritaserum. They will be testing them on you."
"Veritaserum?!?" Snape smirked at the boys horrified faces.
Meanwhile, Harry's mind was racing. 'He can't be serious! Even Snape isn't that cruel! And what happens if they ask me what - "
"Andrews!" Snape's voice cut into his thoughts. "You first."
Harry took a deep breath and stepped forward. Snape handed him a bottle of clear liquid as he sat down in a desk chair.
"This is Morgan's potion. You better hope he brewed it right."
Harry tried to hide his relief. Everyone knew Tom Morgan was Gryffindor's worst Potions brewer and, chances were, this wasn't anything close to Veritaserum. And, in this case, getting poisoned was probably better than the alternative.
He raised the bottle to his lips .... and drank.
Immediately he felt the commanding sensation associated with Veritaserum.
'Shit.' Harry closed his eyes and prayed.
Distantly, he heard the first question asked,
"What's your full name?"
He stammered out an answer, "I - It's - Ha - And - I - Po - Eva -"
His visions glowed silver before he blacked out.
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Meanwhile, back in the Potions classroom (Draco's Point of View) ......
The students watched as Harry stammered on.
'What's happening, Harry?' Draco thought, worriedly.
"It's not rocket science, kid," one of the Slytherins called out.
"Stop it, Morag," responded Hattie Kane, the Gryffindor team Seeker. "He's trying to fight it."
Within seconds, Harry's eyes rolled into his head and he slipped off the chair.
"Andy!" Draco shouted.
"Get Madame Pomphrey, Kane!" ordered Snape as he bent down to inspect Harry's prone form. "Andrews?"
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(Snape's Point of View)
'Andrews is always the one to make trouble in my class. I should have known something would happen to him now,' Snape thought bitterly. "Andrews?"
No answer. Snape pulled open Evan Andrews' eyelids.
His irises were silver.
Snape jumped back forcefully, shocking several of the students. 'What?!? He's the - But that means - "
Snape summed up the situation in two words.
'Bloody Hell.'
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(Back to Harry)
Harry groaned and rolled over in his bed. Right away, he saw white.
'Hospital wing,' he recognized vaguely. He started to climb out of bed, but a conversation at the end of the ward caught his ears.
"I just got the test results back, but .... they're impossible, Albus. It says that he's allergic to Veritaserum." Harry recognized Madame Pomphrey's voice.
"He is allergic to it, Poppy."
"He can't be. No one is. Only the .... Wait a minute, are you telling me that .... Oh my God! Andrews is the - "
"No, 'Andrews' is not," Snape's voice cut in. "I know who the child is, I was at that meeting, if you remember, Albus."
"My memory is as good as it always has been," Albus answered.
"Then I want to know why none of us were told that Harry Potter was attending Hogwarts?"
Madame Pomphrey gasped.
"Security," said Albus quietly. "You know what will happen if any Death Eaters get a hold of him, Severus."
"I know, but, dammit, Albus!"
"Let me get this straight," Pomphrey began slowly. "Evan Harry Andrews is really Harry Andrew Potter, the Boy Who Lived. And Harry Potter is the - the 'Silver One'," she finished in a whisper.
'Silver One?' Harry thought in alarm. 'I'm the what?' He racked his brain for anything he had heard about such a person, but .... it was like there some kind of mental block on him.
"Why didn't you tell us?!?" Pomphrey yelled. "He could have been killed today!"
Harry was taken aback. He couldn't imagine the kind-hearted Matron shouting at anyone. Then is brain caught up with his ears. 'Killed!?!'
"I know." Albus sighed. "I should have told all the teachers at the beginning of the term. But I didn't think we'd be in this situation so soon. I plan to rectify that tonight. It's time that Harry knew everything."
'He had better tell me what this is about.' His next thought made him grin.
'Albus, you've got some splanin' to do.'
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I hope this is to everyone satisfaction and that you don't kill me for the lateness of it. *Puppy-dog eyes* You wouldn't hurt me would you? *eyes crowd full of people with evil tomatoes warily* Plus, if you kill and/or maim me, there will be no more story!
The last quote is, of course, from 'I Love Lucy'. Sort of.
